This poem is written in reference to a little garden in the middle of Sydney. This garden was planted from scratch by a woman called Wendy Whitely. Her husband was Australian artist Brett Whitely, who was a wonderful and talented artist. He tragically passed away at the age of 53. Their daughter Arkie, an Australian actress, passed away at the age of 37. Wendy planted this garden in their remembrance, scattering her loved ones ashes within this garden. She has generously opened it to the public to wander, sit and ponder and enjoy the beauty of an area she has poured so much love into.
A SECRET GARDEN HIDDEN AMONGST THE LOST,
SACRED TO THOSE THAT KNOW, A MYSTERY TO THOSE THAT DON’T.
SOWN BY A BEAUTIFUL CREATURES HAND,
NATURE BLENDED WITH PAST MEMORIES,
A PATH TO LOVELINESS AS THE FLOWERS SING TO THE BIRDS,
AND THE BEES HOVER AND INHALE BEFORE POLLINATING,
PEOPLE SIT AND FEEL THE SERENITY,
THE GHOSTLY ZEPHYRS WHISPERING TO THOSE THAT CHOOSE TO LISTEN,
A SOFT SEDATION NUMBING THEM TO REALITY,
THE BLOOMING OF INTERTWINED LOVE,
TRANSFORMING THE GHOSTS OF GRIEF INTO A TREASURE FOREVER.